Sunday, 29 April 2018

new machine

The clock is five minutes fast again, this is over a period of weeks. This is not really good, even if the instrument is almost ninety years old.
But it is the only thing making a sound on this Sunday morning, a morning of clear blue sky outside the oak framed windows.
The dirt in the sitting room was reduced yesterday, just a little bit, the son cleared away the tangle of consoles from in front of the television. It was more work in persuasion, but he did it himself. And the stack of old sheet music was cleared from the piano, and sorted.
There was joy at the discovery of music that had been played five years ago, meanwhile forgotten.
And that was the end of tidying up the living room, he sat down and played them all on the piano.
A thing that he would not have been driven to, given other circumstances.
Practice piano in a half-tidied living room.


And now alone at the table, in the peace and quiet of the early Sunday morning, the town deserted, so many of the inhabitants gone to excursions over what may be a long weekend.

a very peaceful morning with a few very rich cups of coffee from that new machine.

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